I wanted to write about balance because of the photo that called to me this morning. Usually that's how I work--image first, then whatever tumbles out of my brain.
I don't mean to be political, although, now that I see the Satya and, given the week that it is, I can see how it can apply. But that's as far as I'll go, overtly anyway. I'm not political or, at least, not (usually) publicly so.
That said, in *general,* I think, sometimes being thrown off balance can be a good thing. While it's happening? Oh, hells no. It sucks big time. But it sends us in a different and, so often, much-needed direction. I think it's easy to become complacent--both in our small lives and in the greater one around us. And while I think there's comfort in that, there's also danger.
Of course, it's double-edged. Some seek change, imbalance, at a constant pace, sacrificing any kind of stillness. That, too, is dangerous. Or, if not dangerous, foolhardy and risky, rife with the possibility of accidents, both to self and to others.
So, we need the scales to tip every now and then--either dumping us unceremoniously on the ground, forcing us to stop, to look around, or urging us to cross the beam, adding our weight to the other side. That journey, uncertain as it is, dangerous as it is, at least has many pilgrims, many hands offering a stabilizing presence.